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Fairy Tales Gone Yu-Gi-Oh!	By : ChibiRinni Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Tale #1 Little Red Riding Hood
- 2-Tale #2 Beauty and the Beast
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            “It’s time.” ChibiRinni said with a smile as Marik_Ishtar reached over and grabbed the large book, opening it to the first pages and letting her read aloud.
            “Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Yu-Gi-Oh! characters nor the original story lines for these following fairy tales, but I DO OWN this book that I’ve kept locked away for just the right moment. So ENJOY!
            "Fairy Tales Gone Yu-Gi-Oh, written by Me, ChibiRinni, and Beta: Marik_Ishtar. Within these pages are tales that parents didn’t want their children to read. These are the rejected stories. If you are reading this, prepare yourself to read fairy tales you didn’t think could happen. The twists are different, even the stories are a little different from the “originals”, but these are the true stories. You have been warned.” Marik_Ishtar smirked along with ChibiRinni as the story unfolded…

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Fairy Tale #1: Little Red Riding Hood (Bakura/Ryou)

Summary: Ryou, a.k.a Little Red, was told by his Mother to visit his Grandmother in the woods. She had fallen ill and wouldn’t be around much longer. With a basket full of goodies, Ryou left. What happens when a very “hungry” Wolf finds the young lad?

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            Once upon a time, there was a boy who always wore a red cloak. He lived with his Mother and Father, while his Grandmother lived out in the woods. He smiled and pulled out a basket, preparing to go visit said Grandmother.

“Do you think she is doing alright Mother?” Ryou asked with worry. He pulled his red cloak around him and continued to pack a basket full of yummy things. His Father, being a butcher, also added in some raw meat for Ryou to cook for his Grandmother. They were carefully wrapped up so the blood wouldn’t seep onto the cakes and bread which had also found a home in the large basket.

            “We fear the worst Little Red. Take this to her and stay with her a while. With the passing of your sister, your Father cannot witness it again with his own mother. I know it was hard for you, as well as myself, but we must continue on. You know that if she does pass on that her home will become yours, right?” Ryou nodded sadly. His sister had died a few years ago due to an illness. His Grandmother was also suffering from it, but it was found that he was immune.

            “I know. Since that is the case, and I am fifteen, may I just stay there with her? I’ll fetch my things in a week or so. This way, if she does pass on, I will be the first to know.” His Mother nodded, feeling only a little sad that her son had to take on such a large responsibility, but he had yet to be much use of anything other than an errand boy. Maybe this would help him become a man. Her son was more like a girl anyhow. He was a rather unexpected surprise that no one in the family really wanted. The only one who ever really wanted him, besides his deceased sister, was his ill Grandmother. Maybe he could grow to be happy and love living alone, as she chose to do, in the middle of the woods.

            “That is fine with me, my son. Now remember: don’t wonder, stay on the path; don’t talk to strangers, they might cause you harm; and watch out for wolves, they want nothing more than to eat you! Now, be on your way.” It was something she felt she should say, even though she was growing more and more to not caring if her only son ever returned. Life would be so much better without him. Her and her husband could live out their lives without worrying about their son, who would never find a girl to marry and have children with. He was better off with his old hag of a Grandmother, whom she had never really liked.

            “Yes Mother.” Ryou smiled with a bow. He kissed her cheek and headed out the door. He didn’t see her wipe his kiss away with growing disgust. Little Red simply walked an even pace into the woods. It was late in the afternoon, the birds were singing, but a cool night wind tended to blow, making the boy pull his cloak tighter around him. Little Red had some walking to do ahead, for an hour into the woods is what it would take for him to reach his destination. He would arrive just in time for dinner and bed, but he didn’t mind at all. He simply walked calmly along the dirt path, oblivious to any sort of danger. He was completely unaware of what awaited him in the forest and at his Grandmother’s home.

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            “Damn it all!” Came a growl as a clawed hand wrapped around a thick staff of hard pulsing flesh. The growls turned into moans as the hand moved faster and faster. Finally, with an added thrust of hips, the Wolf came, his seed spilling forth in great spurts. He snorted in disgust at himself.

            “Sometimes I really hate being in fucking heat.”

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            Rinni looked up from reading to frown at her Beta who was rolling around on the floor laughing his ass off. She set the book down for a moment.

            “Marik, what the fuck is your problem? What the hell is so damn funny?” He seemed to laugh harder. She pouted and waited for him to calm down. Finally, he looked up with a chuckle.

            “Just thinking about Bakura jacking off. That’s the ONLY way he could ever get any!” He busted a gut laughing again and Rinni couldn’t help but to chuckle with him.

            “I suppose so, but we should not interrupt the story and continue it. I don’t think our readers really want to hear us through the whole thing.” He smirked at her and plopped back on the couch next to her, reclining back. He continued to smirk and then chuckled.

            “Why the fuck not? Besides these are our stories and can do what the fuck ever we want with them, right?”

            “Thought you said these were MY stories?” He glared and waved his hand in dismissal.

            “I’m Co-Writing this so they belong to me too! What I said before was just a technicality! I own them too damn it!” She smirked and thrust the book at him, accidentally closing it.

            “Fine then, YOU start reading! It explains why he’s jacking off and you know Ryou lets Bakura get laid.” Marik growled and re-opened the book, finding the page and scrolling down.

            “Damn it all!” Came a growl as a clawed hand wrapped around a thick staff of hard…”

            “We passed that already.” She interrupted him. He glared again.

            “I know! Fuck!” He scanned a little more, until he found the spot and started reading.

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Male wolves went into heat just as female wolves did, but this wolf was the only of his pack. When he was but only a pup, his whole pack were shot and killed by a group of hunters. He watched the whole thing from his hiding spot. After that, he learned the hard way how to take care of himself. No other pack would have him. He was small and of the Thief Clan. He was not welcome into clans and packs that were “more dignified” than that of his own “ill bred” line. The Royals had been the worst.

            Yami, leader of the Royals –the strongest pack in the eastern woods, had never liked the pack Bakura had belonged to. They were petty and greedy. They tried to use brute strength to snatch food from others. They didn’t share and could not be trusted. The Royals didn’t like Thieves that would steal from their own, so Bakura was already labeled. Yami was just one of the first to scoff at the young wolf in need of protection. He would get none from them. Other packs felt the same way, even the females who were looking for a mate, strayed from him, more in fear than not. He was the last of his pack and the Royal leader would have him die as the last, or so he thought.

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            “Why the fuck is Yami always considered the strongest? I could kick his fucking ass any day!” Rinni glared at her Beta.

            “STOP INTERRUPTING! You can’t even read the story without complaining?”

            “This part is too stupid and doesn’t make sense!”

            “It makes sense! Yami was Pharaoh and hated thieves. It works!” He snorted and passed the book back.

            “I can’t read it, YOU read it! They’re YOUR stories!” She raised an eyebrow at him.

            “Whatever you say Marik.” She started reading again.

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So he had spent most of his life with only his own company. He would trust no one. He was all alone, hungry, and horny. Dark brown orbs searched the area, his nose tilting up into the air for a good whiff. He could smell something rather tasty and started to walk towards it. It was still quite a ways away, but coming closer. His cock hardened in suspense.

Though he was a wolf, he appeared more humanoid. His skin was nicely tanned, a light layer of white fur blended into it -giving him a more dangerous look, as long and sharp looking stark white hair flowed down his back. Round his waist was a scrap of brown fur cloth from an animal he’d killed and eaten -recently moved out of the way to take care of is need- that covered the necessities. His hands were clawed and on his feet appeared to be fur covered boots. His white ears almost blended in with his hair, but they twitched to the sounds of the forest. A tail swished back and forth, the color matching his hair. He was powerful, but very much alone.

            “That smell is getting closer.” His stomach growled and he began to race in the direction of the smell. It did not take him long to locate the scent and he stopped, waiting to see his prey. What he saw surprised him. Walking up the path was a human dressing in the color of blood, carrying a basket that smelled of meat and goodies, but it wasn’t the basket that smelled so wonderful.

            ‘Is that was smells so good? Is it that human? I must have it!’ The Wolf thought to himself. His cock began to harden further, the need to mate growing stronger. He forced his body to relax and strolled out onto the path. He leaned against a tree and smirked at the human. Though his body flexed with the need to attack and take the child with force, the Wolf tried to look relaxed and kind. No use in scaring away his prey… just not yet at least. It would be quite interesting if he could get the child to go along with him. Lure him away from the path and then pounce on him, drowning him in pleasure and pain as they mated for long lengths of time.

            “Why hello there Little Red Hooded Child.” The Wolf whistled softly, grateful his voice wasn’t tight and strained, like his body was. Ryou looked up at the deep and haunting voice. His hood slid off his head, revealing his soft and gentle face. His large doe eyes were a warm chocolate and his skin was pale like cream. The Wolf’s hungry eyes glazed over with lust as he drank in the sight of the child before him. Ryou blushed, taking in the bare muscled chest of the Wolf before him, and tried to find his voice. He bowed to the wolf in his politest of ways, his eyes traveling up and down the masculine body before him. He felt his own body reacting and tried to think of something else, like his parents finding out he was really gay and would never find a girl to have children with. That seemed to do the trick. Now, all he had to do was open his mouth to speak and try not to sound pathetic.

            “H-Hello there, Mr. Wolf.” He heard himself reply, surprised at how he was able to stop himself from squeaking, even though he still stuttered slightly. He was supposed to be a man! Then again, were men supposed to be gay? Real men were straight with a wife, a child, and they were strong. They didn’t show fear to a wolf, which had done nothing threatening, or to anything or anyone. That was what Ryou wished he could be, but alas, he was too feminine for his own good. Even his late sister was more of a man than he could ever hope to be.

            “My name is Bakura… I couldn’t help but smell the yummy food in your basket. I am very hungry and hoped you would consider sharing with this poor starving wolf.” Bakura stood off of the tree and walked circles around the child. He didn’t need to sniff the boy to smell his slight arousal. So the boy thought he was attractive? That would mean more fun for him. He licked his lips, watching the boy make up his mind about feeding the wolf. Would he feed him food and then feed his lust for him? It was something Bakura was determined to have either way. Ryou looked at his basket and thought about it.

            ‘There is plenty of meat here and he does look so very hungry… so handsome and… sexy and… Oh my! What am I thinking? Wolves only wish to eat me!’ He reminded himself and straightened upright. Though he was scared, it was no reason for him to be rude. He tried to gather his thoughts, but as he started to speak, his bravery left him and fear started to overcome his senses. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to speak without fear, failing.

            “My name is Ryou… I could share, but am afraid you shall eat me!” Ryou cried in fear, internally cursing at himself for appearing weak when he wanted to sound strong and manly. Bakura smirked. He wanted to eat him alright, but not in the sense the child was thinking. He wanted to lick his entire body, just to taste him, then suck and nibble to get more flavor. He wanted to touch and listen to screams and pleas of “more”, “harder”, and “faster”!

            “Fine, if you do not share, then, surly, I shall eat you!” Bakura was now face to face with Little Red and inhaled the scent fully. It was definitely masculine, full of need, lust, want, and arousal. He smirked to himself at the knowledge of what he planned on doing to his prey. Ryou, fearing for his life, pulled out some of the raw meat and gave it to the Wolf who gobbled it up quickly.

Bakura, his hungry stomach now sated, let his hands wonder across the boy’s young and soft face. He buried his nose against Ryou’s neck and inhaled his scent, trying not to moan at the effect it was having on him. The Wolf’s tongue lapped at the exposed throat, tasting the sweet sugary skin, and his breath panted warmly, giving the boy goose bumps. He wanted to molest the boy right then and there and take what he already considered to be his before something else came for such a sweet and tempting treat. He would make a perfect mate. Bakura could feel the light muscles flexing beneath his tongue and hands. The boy wanted him, but was fighting it. He was fighting a losing battle.

            “I-I have now fed you so let me be on my way.” Ryou tried to pull away and walk past the Wolf, only to have his arm grabbed by the said Wolf, stopping his motions. Again, he felt the cold tip of the Wolf’s nose rub against his skin. It was cold, but not wet like a dog’s. His body shook with nerves and he closed his eyes, feeling a hot and wet tongue lap at the same spot it had a moment before on his neck. More goose bumps appeared as Bakura nibbled the sensitive spot, his arms wrapping around his prey to pull him even closer for a better taste, earning a gasp of surprise and pleasure from Ryou. The Wolf reluctantly pulled away to get a better look at his soon-to-be tasty snack. His eyes took in the reddened cheeks and half lidded eyes. He smirked and touched a reddened cheek.

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            “Why the fuck would he stop? If that were me I’d fuck him right then and there!” Rinni sighed.

            “Marik, shut up and just leave it alone. They will get to the good stuff when they get to the Grandmother’s house. Just listen!” Before he could reply, she started to read again.

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            “And just where are you going on such a nice eve?” Bakura’s eyes drank in the rest of the beauty of the boy in front of him. Ryou opened his eyes, they were lightly clouded with need, and blushed more under the dark gaze. His body tingled in pleasure, the urge to kiss the Wolf, and demand he let the Wolf take him, grew within Ryou, but he tried to think “straight”. He’d been asked a question. Where was he going anyway? He had to think for a moment. His mind was muddy and jumbled with need. He was going somewhere he was needed. It was something important. Now where could it… oh! Of course, to his Grandmother’s house! She was ill! He shook his head to clear his thoughts before answering the Wolf.

            “I-I am to check on my G-Grandmother who is ill. This basket is for h-her. She lives another h-half hour’s w-walk into the w-wood all on her own. No one else but she lives h-here. I’ll be joining her at her home for a more p-permanent stay… b-but I fear the w-worse may have happened. I should be on my way. It was nice to have met you… Bakura.” Ryou whispered softly, enjoying the flavor of the Wolf’s name rolling off his tongue. Bakura smirked, a plan forming into his mind. Playing with his prey in a soft bed sounded even better than on the hard twig covered forest floor. He smirked and looked around, immediately knowing what to do.

            “Since she is not feeling well, why not stop to pick some flowers? Surly a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers shall make her feel better. Just look at what a nice day it is. Enjoy it!” Ryou looked around and saw the flowers all in bloom. He felt warm and fuzzy, if a bit tingly. He’d never felt like this before. The Wolf seemed to be kind, so unlike what his Mother had said. He smiled at the Wolf, not realizing the effects he was having on the strong creature. The light from the sun caught his smile, making his face glow with happiness. It was as if an Angel had fallen from the sky and right into his claws.

            Bakura could already imagine it. , Pinning the young boy to the bed, ravishing him until he screamed and begged for more. The kisses hot and passionate with lust and need, maybe even something more. His nips rough, but pleasurable, pulling deep moans and pants of his name from his mate. He would thrust into the tight heat again and again, feeling it tighten as the boy came, and he would howl out his completion. His mouth watered and he found himself licking the drool away, catching another breath taking smile from his prey.

            “I agree with you. She shall love some flowers! Perhaps we shall meet again, kind Wolf Bakura. May the day continue to be bright for you!” Little Red smiled kindly and Bakura nearly melted. He just had to have the gentle, sweet smelling, and delicious tasting boy. Nothing would stop him now. Not the fact that the boy was human, not the other wolves who despised him, not even the old hag of a Grandmother the boy had. No one would stop him from taking what he was ready to mark as his own. He just had to get to the Grandmother before Ryou did, have his way with him, and mate with him for days.

            “Is your Grandmother the only one who lives here?” Ryou nodded and sighed sadly. He brightened again, knowing he could stay with her now rather than his family. He loved them with all his heart, but he knew his sister had always been their favorite. He was only a disappointment. They would be much happier if he had been the one to die. Living in the woods was close enough. They wouldn’t even have to check on him at all. He knew how to fish, not being too big a fan of most meats, and could grow some vegetables. His Grandmother had a garden already set up and Ryou knew how to tend to it. It wasn’t hard.

            “As I had said, she has the only home within the forest. Maybe a woodsman or hunter walks by from time to time,” he pointed in the direction of his Grandmother’s home, “Do be careful. I would wish no ill will to you… G-Good day to you!” Ryou smiled wider and scampered off into the flower fields, picking several flowers, and trying to hide his blush. Bakura smirked darkly and took off in the direction Ryou had said his Grandmother lived. He smirked at the fact that the boy was more than a little turned on. He reeked of a scent that said, quite clearly, “Fuck me you hot sexy wolf you!” It was something Bakura planned on doing in the first place.

            “He’ll be out there for a while… and Granny won’t know what hit her!” He smirked and raced faster towards the cottage, hoping he would find it by following the only path. When it came into view, Bakura sighed in relief. He didn’t need to search that hard for it. He reached it in half the time it would take to walk at a leisurely pace and sharply knocked on the door. The plan? Overpower her and get rid of her somehow. Then the boy would be his and no one would get in the way! He shifted from one foot to the other, no one was coming! He tapped his foot against the door a little bit. No one answered. The Wolf knocked sharply again and still no answer.

He pressed his ear to the door and listened for any noise. He didn’t hear anyone moving around, but he could hear something. It was very light sounding, but it also didn’t sound like a noise an old woman might make. It was an odd humming sound. Not one to be full of patience, Bakura removed his ear with a growl, kicked open the door, and barged in. A smell assaulted his sensitive nose.

Lying on the floor was the Grandmother with a few flies buzzing around her. So that was what the noise was. From the strength of the smell, he could tell that she had been dead for a day or two. That just made it all easier for him. Get rid of her and get ready for the boy.

            “Gods, you have got to go. Even I wouldn’t eat you if I were starving!” Bakura sneered at the corpse. She had already started to rot, which would have made her taste quite awful, and it would be better for her to leave before her stench stunk up the whole cottage completely. He picked up the old woman’s body, threw her onto his back, and raced deeper into the woods, passed the cottage, until the ground began to slope. With a relieved sigh, he threw her body down the slope, knowing it would either get caught on a tree or find its resting place down the cliff not to far from the start of the slope.

Whatever happened to her after that was no concern of his. What was done was done, simple as that. Desperate animals would probably soon begin to feast upon her and it would seem as if she merely went for a walk and never returned. He raced back to the house and sighed in happiness that the smell had died away a little from the home and almost completely off of his hair and light coat of fur. With the Grandmother out of the picture, he was free to do as he wished. It was what he was used to and just how he liked it to be.

            “He’ll be here any moment. I can smell him coming near. Yes, I can smell you Ryou.” Bakura chuckled and grabbed a large hat off the wooden table and pulled it on, cutting a space for his ears. He climbed into bed, having removed his boots and scrap of cloth, and tossed them on the other side of the bed. He had closed both doors and snuggled into the warmth of the bed. It wouldn’t be long now. In just a few minutes, his prey would walk through the door and he would get what he desired most: a mate. The wind picked up outside, a storm was coming on.

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            “Oh dear me! I must hurry to Grandmother’s! I cannot believe how much time I wasted. A storm is coming, but at least I will have a nice bouquet for her. She does love flowers.” Ryou rushed along the path, slowing when he finally saw the house. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the home and locked the door behind him. It was starting to get dark. His Grandmother should be in bed by now. He looked over to the right and saw a lump in the bed. It rose and fell with an intake and exhale of breath. Ryou smiled, left his shoes at the door, placed the flowers in a vase, and the set the basket on the table.

            “Are you awake Grandmother?” Ryou asked softly and walked over to the bed, “I have brought you goodies, but we can wait until later or tomorrow to eat them… It is getting late and we both best go to sleep soon… A storm seems to be heading our way. I can hear it, can’t you?” He looked into a pair of dark brown eyes, “Are you awake? Grandmother?”

            “Yes,” came a squeaked reply. Ryou sat on the bed and frowned. His Grandmother looked different somehow, but he had a hard time telling with the covers pulled up to her eyes. When had his Grandmother looked so… strong and fierce with just a look into her eyes? They were the same eyes that he had; only now they looked powerful. Why did Ryou get the feeling she was ready to leap from the bed and pounce him? He noticed her ears were very much different, they were a top her head, sticking out of a couple of holes she must have had to make. Perhaps the illness had different effects than it had, had for his sister?

            “Oh, Grandmother. What great big ears you have!” He whispered and reached out to stroke them. They were soft and twitched with the light caress. A small noise rumbled from his “Grandmother”, but he didn’t seem to notice. He stopped his motions and looked back into the dark brown eyes. They were still strong, hard, and fierce. Very odd indeed.

            “The better to hear and listen to you scream with, my dear Little Red.” Ryou smiled a little and touched the side of “her” face in a calming gesture that she had often done to him as a child. Though he didn’t know why she said “scream”, it didn’t matter. It was his Grandmother who had given him his red garment and the nickname of Little Red. He looked deep into her eyes, again, and felt himself get lost. His breath quickened as the feeling of something amiss grew stronger. He whispered out, his voice gaining strength at the end.

            “Oh, Grandmother. What big eyes you have! They are so dark!” A soft chuckle came from under the covers. He shivered, feeling that something was really not right. Could he suddenly be feeling the affects of the illness by being close to her? He doubted it for a moment, but the odd sensations did not go away. They, in fact, increased when she spoke again.

            “The better to see and watch you squirm with, my dear Little Red.” Came the sultry reply. Ryou’s heart beat faster as the ears of his “Grandmother” twitched again, without him touching them. His breathing increased when a large clawed hand slid from under the covers to trail up his leg. He broke eye contact to stare at the hand. His “Grandmother” pulled the blankets away from her face, a dark smirk appearing as a second hand joined the first. The new hand trailed up Ryou’s arm and shoulder, continuing up his neck until it fisted itself in his hair. His body began to tremble and react at the rather intimate touches.

            “Oh, Grandmother. What b-big hands you h-have!” The smirk widened and Ryou looked up into his “Grandmother’s” face again. Panic started to fill him as the first hand rubbed against a very intimate part of his body, making it harden in need. What was wrong with her today? Was she going mad with the illness? She would never touch him like this!

            “The better to touch, to feel, to take you with, my dear Little Red.” A tongue licked the lips of the smirking face. They parted, showing off sharp teeth. Ryou paled, his voice stammering more. Could this not be his Grandmother? Was it someone in disguise? Someone trying to trick him?

            “Oh, G-Grandmother. What l-long tongue and sh-sharp t-teeth you h-have!” The Wolf growled, his cock hard with the need to mate. The scent of heat that the boy was giving off was far too much for him to handle any longer. He was tired of playing all these games. He was ready to take what he wanted, needed, and craved more than anything else at the moment.

            “The better to taste and eat you with, my dear, sweet, Little Red!” Bakura grabbed the boy around his waist and pulled him further onto the bed. Ryou flushed darkly as he straddled his “Grandmother’s” hips and felt something very large and hard pressing against his rear. His body was shaking in fear, excitement, want, and disgust as the large hands came to life, pulling at his cloak and clothes. His cloak went flying off, next his shirt, leaving him in only his pants. This was his Grandmother wasn’t it? What was wrong with her? Better yet, what was wrong with him! His Grandmother was turning him on? He was one very sick boy if this were true. He tried to gain his voice back, but couldn’t help the stutter.

            “Oh, G-Grandmother. What is that w-which is s-so… h-hard under m-me?” Bakura chuckled darkly, ripping the Grandmother’s cap off his head. He dove at Ryou, knocking him onto his back and ripped his pants off. He covered the boy with his body and pinned Ryou’s hands, with one of his own, above his head. Bakura thrust his hard on forward, rubbing, but not entering, the boy’s entrance. He growled in pleasure, but refused to moan just yet.

            “Something that is very happy to see you, my tasty Little Red.” Ryou gasped in shock, relief, and fear. He was very glad that it wasn’t his Grandmother, but the sexy wolf he had met in the woods. He grew frightened when he was unable to move his arms and struggled, not liking what was going on. Panic began to sit in when their bare bodies rubbed together. He bit his bottom lip to hide his moan. It sounded like a small whimper and Bakura smirked. He reached between their bodies and let his clawed finger tips brush against the boy’s cock. The scream would have been very welcomed, but the pitch was far off from one of pleasure.

Ryou screamed for help in fear, ignoring the pleasant tingle from the Wolf’s actions, and then grew completely silent when a jaw full of sharp teeth settled over his throat, a deep growl blowing hot air and saliva onto it. After a moment of silence from his frozen form, the Wolf pulled his mouth away, licked the few drops of drool, and looked into the frightened eyes before he finally spoke. Outside, clouds fused together, thunder rolled, and lightning clashed. A storm was coming down upon them. It was going to be a very long night indeed.

            “Scream for help again and I really shall kill you, Little Red Ridding Ryou. It was horrible for you to tempt me so, back in the woods, but I have come for what belongs to me.” Bakura nuzzled his cold nose against the boy’s warm neck, feeling the body beneath him shudder. He could smell the fear mixed in with arousal, but wanted to snuff the fear. It would be far more enjoyable if the boy was not afraid at all and, instead, overcome with a deep need. He nuzzled him more, trying to calm Ryou’s fast beating heart. It could be heard quite clearly. He flicked his tongue out across the quickening pulse and received a gasp and a light shiver from beneath.

            “P-Please, don’t eat me… W-What have you done with my G-Grandmother?” Bakura licked up the boy’s neck again and nibbled on his ear, hearing another gasp. He let his tongue bathe the tasty neck, his nibbles getting harder and rougher. He was slowly dragging the boy down into pleasure. The Wolf planned to avoid the question completely and continued to let his tongue and teeth play with the tender skin. He heard a moan and smirked wider. Bakura worked his way down the boy’s neck to one pert nipple. He licked it and was pleased at the arching Ryou did to beg for more contact. The Wolf was surprised Ryou could still think.

“Please… W-What has… befallen, AH,” Ryou whimpered and arched up again, his cheeks were red and his eyes were hazy. He had to know the answer. Did the Wolf harm her? Did he eat her like he threatened to do to him if he screamed for help again? Bakura tried again to distract the youth, but Ryou continued to try and speak. His breath coming out in pants of breath between words. He wanted an answer and Bakura would have to give it to him. No amount of pleasure was going to blind Ryou from knowing the truth about his Grandmother.

“M-my Grand… Mother… Please, w-where… is she?” Bakura went back to nuzzling the boy’s neck, nearly purring with a growl of restraint. He didn’t want to answer that and ruin what they were doing at the moment. He whispered lightly into Ryou’s ear in order to distract him again. , His hot breath causing the boy to shiver in want and need.

“Worry about it later. You’re here with me now, so… enjoy it.” His tongue darted into Ryou’s ear, before licking around the shell, and nibbling on the tender lobe, drawing out a loud moan. He thought he’d succeeded in pulling the boy’s thoughts away from the dead bitch, but to no avail.

“No… I need to… mmm… know, please?” Bakura sighed; they were not going to get anywhere until he answered the question. He pulled away. He hated to say it now, but spoke anyway.

            “When I arrived here she was dead and gone. I threw her out, far into the woods, to stop her from smelling up the place. She’d been dead for a few days at the least. If you had my nose, you could still smell the slight left over rot she was creating. I can’t smell her anymore with you here though… You and your delicious scent drive everything unwanted away…” Ryou whimpered in sorrow, blushing at the rest of what the Wolf had said. He struggled against the Wolf’s grip, the scent of arousal dimming. Bakura tried to soothe the struggles with more kisses and nips along the thin neck, but it didn’t distract. Ryou was too concerned about his, now dead and gone, Grandmother. The second person who really love him was now gone. Now he was truly alone. No one wanted him, needed him, or loved him. He was dead to the world now. Nothing and no one could or would ever care for such a worthless boy.

Bakura snorted in anger and released the boy’s hands. He planned on mating for hours and he didn’t want to have an unwilling partner who sobbed the whole time. It just wouldn’t be worth it and would take all the fun out of it. Bakura was greatly shocked when Ryou suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, pulling him into a desperate hug. His legs wrapped around the Wolf’s waist and rubbed their, still hard, members together.

            “B-Bakura? I l-loved her so!” Ryou whimpered. He felt tears coming to his eyes as he realized how alone he was. No one wanted him and now the only person who had was dead. It just wasn’t fair! He wanted comfort and love. He needed someone to hold him and tell him everything would turn out okay in the end. He wanted Bakura to be the one to do that.

Bakura wrapped his arms around the teen and rubbed their bodies together, the need for mating driving him mad, but he pushed it aside to tend to his upset mate. He left light butterfly kisses up and down the boy’s neck and cheek. Ryou turned his face and looked into the Wolf’s eyes. Bakura could see the pleading, the loneliness, the fear, the want, and every other emotion reflected in the warm chocolate pools. This boy, his soon-to-be mate, wanted to be loved.

It had been such a long time that Bakura had nearly forgotten how to love. His life was nothing but survival. Love was not shown in the woods at night. It was not shown by the other wolves who hated him, nor the hunters who chased and shot at him the moment he crossed their line of vision. He stared back into those eyes and decided to show him just how much he was needed. It was the closest thing he was going to get, at least at the moment, to love.

Bakura claimed his mouth, thrusting his tongue in the boy’s cavern and dueling with the hot tongue he met there. Ryou moaned and arched into the Wolf, his grief turning into lust from the shared kiss, his first kiss. Bakura’s Tail wagged in glee as his hand slid down to Ryou’s opening. The scent the boy was giving off was driving him mad. There was pain and sorrow, but need and lust. There was even another scent that rolled in waves of heat off the boy. Bakura couldn’t place the scent, but it had become his favorite smell.

            “Let me take it all away Ryou. Be my mate.” The Wolf whispered huskily into the boy’s ear. Ryou flushed red and moaned as Bakura’s other clawed hand stroked his hard shaft. The claws retracted and a finger slid into the boy’s opening. He whimpered in pain. Bakura kissed him again and moved his finger in and out of the boy’s entrance. Slowly, he added another finger, stretching him.

Ryou was very nervous, but his body was craving it badly. He needed someone to touch him, be there for him, and for himself to be there for them as well. Ryou bit his bottom lip as the Wolf’s lips trailed down his neck and shoulder. Hesitantly, Ryou reached out and stroked the Wolf’s cock, hearing a small soft howl of need. What his fingers had wrapped around seemed to grow bigger as he stroked it. How could he be so… BIG?

            “I-I have n-never… It’s too… big!”

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            “Big my ASS! I’ll…”

            “OK! That’s it. Story over.” She went to close the book, only to have her Beta stop her with one free hand.

            “WHY? It was JUST starting to get real good!” She covered her eyes and took a deep breath, not bothering to hide her growing blush.

            “Marik… get your hand our of your pants and I’ll finish, otherwise… NOW what is so funny?” She growled when he started to laugh at her.

            “You said you’d FINISH! Makes no difference to me!” She turned bright red, realizing what she just said she would do, and coughed loudly, trying to get her bearings back.

            “Shut the fuck up and let me fin… CONTINUE the story!” With a red face she buried her nose in the book, trying not to look at her Beta who was finally “enjoying” the story.

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Ryou whimpered as he touched the hard, yet silky soft member in his hand. A third finger entered him, stretching him further, and made him whine. Bakura nuzzled his nose against his favorite spot on Ryou’s neck. He let his touches soften to be gentle. He didn’t want to hurt his mate, but it was getting hard to hold himself back.

            “You are unclaimed and will take all that I am. Fear not, you will enjoy our mating for the days it will commence.” Bakura stopped stroking Ryou, using the pre cum from both their members to coat his own, pushed Ryou’s hand away and positioned himself at the loosening entrance. Ryou grabbed onto the Wolf’s upper arms as Bakura continued to let his fingers thrust into the heat, they brushed against something that made Ryou arch in pleasure, moaning his name. Bakura took this as the perfect time to fully claim the boy. He thrust into the tight heat as he removed his fingers. Ryou’s cry of pain was silenced by Bakura’s dominating kiss. He stilled, moaning at the tightness. Ryou’s walls clamped down tightly as he tensed with pain.

            “Too big! It hurts!” Ryou whimpered, his nails digging into the Wolf’s arms. Bakura gasped and tried to catch his breath. If he tried to move, he would lose it and cum right then and there. He didn’t realize how tight the boy would be and his tensing made it even harder. He ran his fingers through Ryou’s hair and licked the tears away. It wasn’t completely Bakura’s fault that he had swelled so much with the desperate need for the human. He just should have finished himself before attempting to mate. At least his shaft wouldn’t have been swelled so that it would cause his mate to be in so much pain. The boy needed to relax.

            “Shh, everything will feel good as soon as you relax. Just relax.” Bakura whispered softly, running his thumb between Ryou’s eyes to straighten out the frown of pain. The sultry voice of the Wolf and his gentle actions slowly calmed Ryou. Instead of the feeling of being over filled, he felt comfortably filled as his body relaxed and accepted the cock within him.

A soft stroke on his own rock hard penis made him arch up, pulling more of the Wolf’s staff within him. It rubbed against that bundle of nerves again, sending waves of pleasure down Ryou’s spine. He moaned and arched further, wishing the Wolf would move, but afraid to say. Bakura, meanwhile, was trying to catch his breath. Entering Little Red had stolen it away and if he tried to move without it, he wouldn’t last.

            “Bakura,” Ryou moaned and pulled the Wolf in for a heated kiss, silently begging him to move. Bakura let the boy take charge of the kiss as he finally pulled out and thrust back in. This time they both moaned. Bakura smirked and lifted both of Ryou’s legs onto his shoulders. With the boy’s body now relaxed and his breath caught, he could mate with him without any other problems standing in the way. He pulled out and thrust back in, going even deeper into the tight tunnel of heat. The boy arched and moaned, his fingers released the Wolf’s arms, grabbed the sheets, and tightly clutched them in his fists. The pleasure was blinding with a mix of pain, but he would dare not complain. The pleasure far outweighed the pain, especially when that special spot was hit and stars danced before his eyes. He couldn’t wait for those stars to dance again. Bakura panted and pulled out to thrust back in again.

            “My mate, MINE!” He growled in pleasure, speeding his thrusts up, and knowing he wouldn’t last long. He was far to close to the edge to draw out their first session of mating. He moaned louder at the sounds his mate was making. Little Red was driving him mad with such delicious musical sounds that were the loud pants, moans, and screams of him.

Ryou was only screaming now, not holding any of his pleasure back. Each thrust brushed against that blinding spot within him. His moans were no longer adequate in describing his pleasure to his mate. Little Red wrapped his arms around his new lover, finding the position to be comfortable –despite the way it might have appeared to look, and pulled him close to kiss and pant against his mouth and ears. His fingertips rubbed the ears softly, earning a howl of pleasure. He knew his lover was enjoying their love making just as much, if not more, than he himself was. Outside, thunder bellowed and lightning clashed as rain began to pour down. Neither lover cared as they continued their passionate acts. Their screams and moans were getting lost within the loud howl and growl of the storm outside.

            “B-Bakura! So good! PLEASE!” Ryou whimpered and panted in need, trying to thrust back against the Wolf. Bakura only growled and leaned forward more as Ryou wrapped his legs around his neck, letting his hands busy themselves with the sheets again.

Bakura let his tongue flick out and caress a hard light tan nub. The boy arched and moaned loudly at the teasing actions. His pants grew more ragged with each passing moment. The Wolf picked up his pace even more, feeling his release coming on fast. He pumped Ryou’s pulsing member in time with his thrusts and growled when Ryou screamed out his name and came. Bakura continued to thrust into the tight heat, his cock swelling, stopping him from pulling out very far only to thrust back in, and he came fast and hard. Ryou moaned again at the hot seed that filled him. Bakura let Ryou’s legs slowly fall back on the bed and he lay on top of the boy, sated for the moment. He hoped he wasn’t too heavy.

            “I’m stuck in you,” he panted into Ryou’s ear. It was a natural reaction for wolves when they mated. It was to insure their mate would conceive children. Their penis would expand, stopping any of their seed from escaping, to make sure their mate got all of the seed to make several pups.

            Ryou moaned at his words, feeling the hard cock still in him. Bakura nuzzled his nose into his Mate’s neck, kissing and nipping at the skin again, noting the shivers of pleasure it caused the boy to have. He latched into the skin, and sucked on it, pulling loud mewls of pleasure from his Mate’s lips as he marked him as his. He pulled away and claimed those lips.

Ryou’s legs wrapped around the Wolf’s waist, his arms around his neck, and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. A few minutes passed and Bakura was finally able to pull out of his spent lover. They lay cuddled against each other, basking in the after glow of their love making.

            “Mine… mmm, you smell so good with my scent all over you.” Bakura licked the other side of Ryou’s neck and smirked when he felt the boy leave kisses down his own. Ryou nipped at Bakura’s neck and received a soft growl of pleasure. He did it again and felt the Wolf on top of him stir.

            “When I said we would be mating for days, I wasn’t kidding. It’ll take more than just one simple round to sate my needs. You understand?” Bakura said gruffly, nudging his nose against Ryou’s in a slight demanding way. It was time for another go and Ryou needed to be ready.

            “I haven’t the strength. I-I’ve… n-never done this… s-so I’m very tired!” Ryou tried to explain. Though he greatly enjoyed the passionate sex they had had, he was still afraid for his life. Now that the Wolf had gotten what he wanted, who’s to say he wouldn’t eat him now? What did he mean by his mate? What did that mean to Ryou in the long run? Bakura smirked at his gentle mate. He was so pure that he was like a light in the dark, the Light to his Dark. They were a perfect pair, but Bakura needed to mate again, and badly.

            “I’ll do all the work anyway… I need to mate. I promise to stop when you pass out from the pleasure. Not a moment sooner!” He smirked when his Mate flushed bright red and lifted him up, “On your hands and knees.” He demanded. Ryou shakily turned his back to the wolf and got on all fours. He may not have known much about wolves, but he knew this was how they normally mated. Technically, it was how male and females mated. Did it matter that he was not a female and unable to carry pups? He was unable to, wasn’t he?

            “Good. Now relax and enjoy.” Bakura kissed down his mate’s back. One of his hands stroked the boy’s reawakening arousal while the other gently pressed a finger into Ryou’s entrance. Ryou whimpered in pleasure and pain as Bakura stretched him again. His body was still a little tingly from their love making only moments before so his entrance was, once again, tight. A wet tongue grazed against his entrance and made him moan. It was such an odd sensation, but it felt extremely good. It was both hot and wet at the same time.

            “Kura… feels good…” Ryou whimpered and then screamed as the fingers brushed against his prostate, “What IS that? E-Every time you t-touch that it f-feels… wonderful!” Bakura chuckled at his Light’s innocence. The little Light didn’t know about male mating. Then again, Bakura didn’t feel like stopping to explain something that felt good when it was obvious the boy enjoyed it immensely. If he really cared, he could ask again when they weren’t about to roll around in the sack. He could wait for an answer, it was time to play!

            “It’ll feel even better when I’m inside you, ramming into you, fucking you like mad. You drive me mad Ryou. I couldn’t ask for a better mate. You smell so good that I could just eat you up! I can almost taste how you would taste right now. You and your special scent.” He added a third finger and stretched the boy further, he growled at the slightly squirming.

            “W-Will you eat me?” Ryou whispered in fear. Bakura smirked and pulled his fingers away, making Ryou whimper at the loss of the touch. He spread Ryou’s cheeks apart and plunged into the tight, hot, heat of his lover. He moaned loudly along with Ryou who arched up into the power of the thrust. Bakura stilled for a moment, panting into his Mate’s ear.

            “I’ll lick you from head to toe. I’ll taste every part of you until my hunger is sated… and it will never be sated. I hunger for you, Little Red… my Little Ryou. You make my mouth water and my body desperate for yours. I will never let you go. You belong to me now.” To emphasize his point, Bakura grabbed Ryou’s hips. He pulled out and thrust savagely back in. Ryou screamed out in pleasure and pain, lifting himself off of the bed, only to be captured by Bakura’s arms that left his hips to wrap around his chest. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting deeper into the tight heat, hitting the boy’s pleasure button.

            “KURA!” Ryou screamed out in pleasure as he was pulled into the Wolf’s embrace. He felt his lover thrust a few more times in him before pushing him forward again onto his forearms. His rear hiked up as a result, further pulling in Bakura’s hard cock. Bakura decided to stop for a moment to reassure his Light, not liking the stench of fear that was beginning to flow from him. He gripped Ryou’s hips and thrust forward again to burry himself deeper. His lover screamed in pleasure while he growled out his to the world.

            “You belong to me until I die. As my Mate you will be faithful,” he pulled out and thrust back in, waiting for Ryou’s scream to quiet before speaking again, “As my Mate, you will protect me and yourself. You will warm my bed every night and take all that I am and more,” he pulled out and thrust in again, hitting that spot deep inside his Mate, “You belong to me as I do to you. Mine, my Mate, now and always!” He pushed his lover down further, until Ryou’s face was pressed in the sheets. He panted and moaned as his body was jolted forward again and again. He closed his eyes and cried out at the shapes behind his lids. It was like watching the night sky light up with fire as his body shivered in pleasure.

            “I swear… mmm… AHH! KURA! I’ll p-protect… y-you and AH! AH! Love you until, DON’T STOP! Until DEATH! MORE!” Came the screams of passion. Bakura groaned in need and desire. His eyes were fully glazed over with lust. He pounded into the smaller body beneath him without restraint and let himself go. He didn’t even know how long they had been at it until he came again and collapsed; falling to the side and pulling the boy close, spooning with him. His breath came out in pants and growls as he cuddled his mate. Bakura rained kisses along the bare shoulder and neck, whimpering in happiness.

            “Ryou… pant, pant… mine.” He growled into his Mate’s ear before flicking out his tongue to lick it. Several small and quick pants reached his ears and he smiled at his Mate’s weariness. He wore the young one out. He nuzzled the warm neck and intertwined their legs. He didn’t want the boy to try and escape. It would be a while before he trusted the boy completely.

Bakura looked around for a moment and realized they were at the foot of the bed. Not wanting to break their connection, he carefully turned and dragged their tired bodies to the head of the bed with Ryou facing the door. Little Red was already asleep, even before Bakura placed his head on the pillow. He pulled the covers around them both and slowly fell asleep. They had been asleep for a few hours, unaware at what was about it happen.

            “What the fuck? You fucking BEAST!” An angry voice bellowed out, rousing Bakura from his sleep. His eyes widened in shock at the intruder. They had forgotten to lock the backdoor so it was easy for the Woodsman to enter. Ryou slowly opened his eyes at all the noise, rubbing away the sleep. He felt his new lover tighten his grip on him and smiled. When he opened his eyes he nearly screamed in shock at the gun that was aimed toward him.

            “You’re alive! Thank the Gods! Now, just get away from that monster of a wolf and I’ll kill it! Raping an innocent child! You disgust me you filthy animal! Come here young one where he can’t get you. You’re safe now. I won’t hurt you like that THING has!”

            “Who are you? What are you doing in my Grandmother’s home? Don’t point that at me!”

            “Get out of the way!” The man growled to Ryou who did his best to block Bakura from view. Bakura growled from behind his lover in a threatening manner and kissed the back of Ryou’s neck.

            “No! You are trespassing! You get out!” Ryou countered with a growl and pushed Bakura’s head down behind him. No one was going to harm his first, and probably only, lover.

            “Why are you protecting that vile thing!? It defiled you and you block him from your savior? What is wrong with you child? Have you gone completely mad!? It’s a WOLF!” Ryou simply glared as his mind spun with ideas of how to end the altercation without hurting his lover. He would be no match for the Woodsman, but perhaps he could distract the man long enough for Bakura to escape through the back door. His mind was made up.

            “When I distract him, make a run for it.” Ryou whispered so that only the ears of a wolf could hear them. Without warning, Ryou shoved Bakura off the bed behind them and dove at the Woodsman, taking hold of his gun and fighting for it. Bakura easily tied his scrap of clothing around him and raced for the door, forgetting his “shoes”, and got as low to the ground as he was able to. The Woodsman wouldn’t harm another human. He was only after the Wolf. Once he was out of the door, Ryou released the gun and covered himself with the pillow. His body hurt all over at his sudden movements. He shouldn’t move that much after the passionate acts he did only hours prior. Little Red should have been resting with his Mate, not fighting for him with a Woodsman! It just wasn’t fair at all!

Bakura didn’t run far. He was not one to run away in fear. He waited outside the cottage, ready to attack the Woodsman once he left the cottage, unless Ryou called for him first. Bakura’s heart pounded in his chest. He hated close calls like this. He shouldn’t have let himself fall asleep. He should have kept himself alert for danger. Now he had to rely on his chosen Mate, who could have turned him in at any moment, but didn’t. Could the boy have been serious when he said he swore to love and protect him like a Mate should?

“That thing got away! Why would you help such a creature?” The man demanded angrily.

“Who are you anyway? You just break into my Grandmother’s home and start trouble?”

“My name is Honda. I’m a woodsman who stops by to help the woman who lives here. Who are you?” Ryou frowned at the man. Whether or not his Grandmother had this Woodsman help her did not excuse his behavior for entering when no one answered the door!

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            “KILL HIM!” ChibiRinni could take it no longer and shoved an apple in Marik_Ishtar’s mouth, silencing him.

            “Say anything else and I’ll write about Snow White and the Seven Dwarves… with YOU as SNOW WHITE!” With a huff, she continued. Marik only snorted and crunched loudly on the apple.

            “Banana’s are…”

            “SHUT IT!! Back to the story!!”

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“I am Ryou, Grandson of the woman who lived here. She died a day or two ago and I have taken residence here. You have no business to ever come to this home again. Now leave!”

“How do I know that Wolf won’t come back here to get such a pretty thing like you?” Ryou paled when the older man touched his cheek, lightly caressing it. He looked the man over. He had brown eyes, nothing special compared to the deep lusty eyes of his lover, his hair was pointed into one dark brown point, nothing special compared to the wild long hair -that was like silky snow- of his lover, and though he was tall and muscled, it was nothing compared to the powerful flexing of muscles of his lover’s body. He just didn’t measure up.

“Don’t touch…” Ryou was caught off guard from the kiss the other man decided to steal. A tongue thrust past his parted teeth and tried to tango with his own tongue. The only problem was that he didn’t like the tango this man was trying to dance to. Little Red was more into the salsa anyway.

“I can see why that Wolf wanted you, but you should stick to your own species. Never know what kind of deformed babies you could get when fucking a beast like that.” Ryou sneered at Honda and punched him straight in the nose. No one spoke about Bakura like that!

“Little bastard! I save you and this is how you thank me? Ungrateful brat!” Honda hissed.

“How dare he touch what’s mine!” Bakura growled to himself. He watched Honda drop his gun to the floor and reached out to grab Ryou again. That was when he attacked.

“BAKURA!” Ryou yelled and threw himself on the bed to get away from Honda. As if on cue, the Wolf pounced on the Woodsman, knocking the air from his lungs. Bakura kicked the gun away and drug his claws across the man’s face. He yanked hard on the shirt and pants, lifting the man a little off the ground, and drug him outside in the back.

“Don’t come out here!” Bakura demanded and slammed the back door shut. Ryou buried himself in the covers of the bed, inhaling the scent of his lover and their love making. He clenched his jaw closed and finally got out of the bed. He grabbed the gun and his favorite red cloak. He donned it and his pants. He always wanted to be a man, and it was now time to make that final leap. If his lover was in danger, he needed to help. He couldn’t just sit back and let it all unfold. If Honda survived, Ryou planned to shoot him. He sat in a chair, his chest pressing against the back of it to hold the gun steady. He aimed at the door, his heart beating fast, his breath coming out in pants, and prayed his lover would win. He could hear the scuffle, but nothing else. No words, just fighting, growls and screams. He closed his eyes tightly and hoped the noise would soon be over and everything okay.

Meanwhile, out in the storm, Bakura was clawing at the Woodsman who continued to dodge. Blood dripped down the human’s face and chest; his eyes were hard and glared holes into the Wolf.

“You touched what’s mine. You will die.” Bakura growled and glared back into the brown eyes of his enemy. They were both soaked with rain, but neither seemed to mind and continued to fight.

“You are nothing but a filthy beast. Don’t you realize it yet? The Wolf dies in this story! The Woodsmen always win. Want to know why? Because wolves are scum and should be killed.” Bakura growled in anger and lunged at Honda who pulled out a knife, “DIE!”

“After YOU!” Bakura growled back as the knife pierced his shoulder while his other hand grabbed the human’s throat. He was able to shove Honda down and climb on top of him. He yanked the knife from his shoulder as Honda tried desperately to free his throat to breathe. Both of his hands tightened around Bakura’s one and he tried in vain to pull free.

“You lose fucker.” Bakura growled and removed his hand only to clamp his mouth full of sharp teeth into the tender human neck below him. The taste of blood drove him mad as he ripped at the Woodsman’s neck. A few small gurgles from the man, and he drew his last breath. Bakura pulled away and licked his lips. He plunged his claws deep into the dead man’s chest and ripped at the flesh. When he was sure there was no chance of him coming back, meaning Bakura’s anger had left him, he got to his feet, and licked his lips of the blood. The rain washed the sweat and blood from the rest of his body as well as Honda’s.

“You aren’t even worthy of me eating you. Guess the old bitch will have a friend to rot with. Bakura sighed and drug Honda through the mud to the same spot he had the old woman. With a grunt, he threw the second body down deep into the forest. He sighed and felt the rain let up.

“Killing for fun?” Bakura whipped around and glared at the wolf before him. The odd coloring of his hair identified him as Yami. Said wolf just smirked at Bakura and sniffed the air.

“Who let you fuck them?” He commented offhandedly. Bakura growled and glared at his enemy. How had the Leader of the Royals remained mostly dry under that tree and why was he here?

“What do you care? I I’m not on your lands. What the fuck do you want, Pharaoh.” Bakura sneered. He’d taken to calling the fellow wolf that, saying he would rule over a desert with no water or food as long as he was leader of it. Said Wolf walked out in the rain, his hair remained standing. It was as if nothing would get that odd mop of hair to droop. Not even rain.

“Curiosity. Just wanted to see what smelled so bad over here. Didn’t expect to find you,” he smiled suddenly, “good luck with that Mate. I’m off to search for my own. Being in heat can suck without a partner, eh?” Bakura narrowed his eyes. He connected the dots in his mind and didn’t like the results. Yami was here, sniffing around in the rain, and in heat.

“You are one stupid fucker Pharaoh. You planned on mating with me since you couldn’t find some bitch to lie with? Fuck you!” Bakura growled in anger. The nerve of him!

“You got it wrong, in a way at least. I know several who would lay with me, but none can match me or smell remotely as good as you smell. Even as a pup, you smelled divine.”

“FUCK YOU! When I belittled myself and asked for protection you were the first to turn away. As if I would want you after that.” Yami frowned and walked up to Bakura who refused to pull away. They were nose to nose. Yami, without hesitation, licked Bakura’s bottom lip. Though Yami was shorter, Bakura knew the Royals leader was stronger than he appeared. His body tensed, knowing he would be fighting a losing battle, and growled.

“You still don’t have it right, Bakura of the Thieves Tribe. I didn’t take you under protection in order to protect you. I’m far older than you and you were too tempting to play with as a small pup… Besides, you didn’t want protection anyway so I let you have it … You got your freedom and now you have a Mate. Though your scent still attracts me, I realize now that it isn’t the scent I am after. Enjoy your Mate and life… You have truly earned it.” Yami pulled away slowly, as if waiting for Bakura to say something. When nothing else was said, The Leader of the Royals raced off into the woods toward the north, away from where Ryou was located, and where Bakura was heading. Bakura was completely shocked at the shameless confession and wiped his mouth clean.

“Stupid fucking Pharaoh. Like I believe you.” Bakura did believe him, however, and smirked, glad that Yami had not taken him in for protection. He wanted to protect, not to be protected.

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        “Question: When the fuck did Yami start taking on MY personality?” ChibiRinni rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.

        “He did not take on your personality! It seems that way to you, but he’s just acting like a Ruler! He’s just trying to get under Bakura’s skin.”

        “You mean into his pants?” She sweat dropped.

        “Yeah, whatever. Story’s almost over… now will you let me finish?” He tossed the apple core in the garbage.

        “Hole in ONE!” He chuckled darkly, “I always get it in the hole.” Rinni laughed and started to read, hoping there would be no more interruptions.

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“You’re still not right… damn you.” Bakura snorted in anger and raced towards the cottage where Ryou was still sitting in the chair, now shaking, and hoping for a Wolf to come through the door. When Bakura entered the cottage, the rain having washed most of the mud from his feet, Ryou threw the gun under the bed, and pounced on his lover in happiness.

“Bakura! Thank the Gods you’re alive. I’m sorry!” Ryou whimpered as strong wet arms wrapped around him. He was lifted off the ground and wrapped his legs around his cold and shivering lover.

“Sorry for what?” Bakura’s heart sped up. Was the boy sorry for Mating with him? Sorry that he came through the door instead of the knight in shining armor that the Woodsman could have been? Though Bakura would still make the boy Mate with him, he didn’t want an unhappy Mate. The Mating wouldn’t be as much fun with a Mate who did not like him.

“Sorry for not making sure the back door was locked.” Ryou whispered into one of the Wolf’s ears and licked along the short and soft fur. He nipped the tip of it and panted softly.

“Oh really now?” Bakura smirked and shivered, pulling his warm Mate closer to him, nuzzling him.

“You’re soaking wet! Come to bed. Let me warm you up. You must be tired after fighting and protecting me. The least I could do is dry you… before properly thanking you.” Ryou blushed at his forwardness and pulled his cloak off. Bakura lowered his lover to the floor and allowed Ryou to dry him off, using the cloak, and removed the last scrap of Bakura’s clothing. Thunder roared and lightning clashed, but it didn’t bother the two lovers. Once Ryou had dried Bakura, they climbed into bed, and started to kiss and touch each other.

“I was scared I was going to lose you.” Ryou whispered and cuddled his lover, stopping their passionate actions.

“Why would that scare you Little Red?” Bakura whispered huskily and nibbled on Ryou’s ear.

“You want me… No one wants me, but you chose me… I just lost the only person left who loved me and cared about me. Then there were you. You’re everything I need. I’ll never let you go.” Ryou captured the Wolf’s lips into a heated kiss. Bakura let the boy take charge of the kiss. His clawed hands tugged at the boy’s pants and in seconds they were gone.

“You are my chosen Mate… I need and want you. If you ever leave, I’ll track you down and kill you.” Bakura threatened and moaned when his lover stroked his hard member. Ryou kissed his way down Bakura’s chest and navel. He stopped to stare at the hard cock in front of him. The urge to taste it became too great and he let his tongue flick out to capture a drop of pre cum. At his Mate’s growl of approval, Ryou took it a step farther and caressed the head with his tongue, dipping the tip in the slit to draw out more of the salty white substance. He purred to himself at the loud moan from his lover. Ryou smiled.

“Can I?” He asked softly, feeling bold, but needing to ask anyway. Being polite had always been a part of his nature and this was no different. He wanted to but wouldn’t if he was not given the right to.

“If you stop… I really will eat you!” Bakura threatened again. How the fuck had he gotten such a good tease for a Mate? He smirked as a blush coated Ryou’s cheeks. He found that he loved to tease his teasing Mate. They were going to get a long just great. If not, Bakura could always use the boy for sex. Though he scoffed at the idea, it wasn’t too far from his mind.

“I-I’ll try,” Ryou whispered softly so that Bakura could barely hear him. The boy slowly sucked on the thick head, marveled at how soft and silky it felt when it was clearly as hard as a rock. Slowly, he opened his mouth wider to take more of his lover’s pulsing shaft into his mouth. He sucked greedily on it, enjoying the flavor as well as the cries of pleasure from his true savior.

“So good! Fuck YES!” Bakura growled and tangled his claws into the boy’s silky hair. He sat up a little and watched the erotic sight of his cock in his younger lover’s mouth. He moaned again and bucked into the hot heaven his cock with in. Ryou pulled away suddenly, choking slightly. He wasn’t used to this and his gag reflex didn’t help either. Bakura didn’t seem to mind and pulled the boy back on top of him to kiss him, tasting himself on Little Red’s lips.

“I’m sorry,” Ryou panted when they parted from their kiss. Bakura placed a single clawed finger over the trembling lips. He planned to devour those same red lips again and again marking them as his own. He wouldn’t stop until they were a deep red color, like the cloak his love wore.

“Don’t say sorry over stupid things. I want you… now!” Bakura growled and flipped them over. His mouth hungrily followed its own path down Ryou’s chest to one pert nipple. He gave it some attention before switching to the other. He worked his way lower until he reached his prize. What kind of Mate would he be if he didn’t return the favor?

Bakura smirked and let his mouth engulf the hard member in front of him. Ryou cried out in pleasure and arched into the sudden hot orifice that enclosed around his most sensitive organ. Sweat trickled down his body at the sudden temperature increase and he moaned louder. Bakura growled low in his throat, vibrating, and causing his Mate to scream out again.

“GODS! P-Please! M-more! AH, AH, AH!!” Came the loud screams until Ryou came hard. Bakura lovingly swallowed and licked the remains of his Light’s release. He felt a gentle rubbing on his ears and stilled. He heard a soft tired laugh and couldn’t help the growl.

“What’s so funny?” Ryou stopped laughing, and smiled as he stroked his Mate’s ears.

“You’re purring. It just makes me feel different… calm and at ease… I don’t even know you and yet… you are my Mate… my Love… and now my whole world. How did I get so lucky?” Bakura slowly made his way back up onto his Mate and kissed him very gently.

“How can you say something like that? I am the lucky one to have something as precious as you to protect. Mine forever.” Ryou nuzzled his Mate and pulled him close, touched by his words. They kissed, feeling the love of the other wash over them. Bakura could take it no longer.

“I need you again.” Ryou smiled and spread his legs willingly. Bakura fit perfectly between them. He didn’t bother to prepare his lover, the need too overpowering, and thrust in. Ryou arched up and moaned in the mix of pleasure and pain. Bakura wasted no time and thrust without abandon into the tight channel of Little Red. His back arched in pleasure.

“I can never get enough of you… Hope you’re ready… you wont be walking much after this.” True to his word, Bakura rammed into Ryou, hitting his prostate over and over, blinding him with pleasure. Ryou’s throat was sore from his screams and could only pant, his breath ragged, as the Wolf took him high into the sky and back down in a rush of sweet heaven. When Bakura was finished, they both fell asleep, holding the other close.

“I love you,” Little Red Riding Hood whispered to his lover, the Wolf. Said Wolf smirked.

“My Mate. Mine and mine alone.” Ryou smiled softly in his sleep, knowing it was the closest thing he was going to get to a declaration of love. He snuggled into the bed and fell asleep.

Days slowly passed by. The two spent most of their time mating, more like bunnies than wolves, and enjoyed every minute of it. Bakura stretched, his need to mate sated, and went out to hunt. They had eaten everything in the home and needed to stock up. Ryou headed in the opposite direction to tell his parents about his Grandmother and to collect everything else that was his. He smiled as he made his way back to his old home.

“How is she?” His Mother asked when he entered the home. Ryou sighed and sat down in a chair.

“Hello to you too Mother. Grandmother is dead and gone. Died days ago now. I have come for my few things and to gather supplies to live in my new home. Thank you for raising me and allowing me to grow up as I wished. I love you and Father and wish you both the best.”

“I…” His Mother couldn’t answer as her son went about his way and was gone from her sight. Her husband came in from work, surprised to see his son, and hear of the news.

“Good luck in your life, my son. May you be happy.” Ryou was surprised at the embrace his Father pulled him in, but returned in all the same. He would always love his family.

“Same to you, Mother and Father. Goodbye.” Ryou made his way back to the cottage, pushing a cart full of his things and supplies when he heard a soft whistle. He turned to find a very attractive Wolf leaning against a tree. He smiled warmly and went to continue on his way.

“Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. Where are you off to this fine bright day? Too busy to stop and talk?” Ryou smirked softly and stopped. He turned to the Wolf and giggled softly.

“I’m off to our home, my Mate. Do you wish to aid me?” Bakura smirked and sauntered over to his lover. He was surprised to see a few signs in the cart and pulled one out.

“What’s this say?”

“It says: ‘Beware of Pet Wolf! Do NOT shoot!’ This one says: ‘No Hunting Wolves.’ The rest are similar. I can’t have another stupid Woodsman trying to play hero and steal me away from my Mate, now can I?” Bakura smirked and picked his Mate up; covering his face with kisses and licks. He heard himself moan as his Light bit his neck in playful roughness.

“I’ll just steal you back. My Mate, forever.” They continued to their home, putting up the signs to warn those who entered that no harm should come to a wolf. They stayed in the forest, in the cottage of Little Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother, where they lived happily ever after.

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            ChibiRinni smiled and looked up at her Beta. She frowned as he frowned.
            “Didn’t you enjoy the story?”
            “I just hate Bakura, you know that! It wasn’t too bad, but Bakura got a lot of action.” She chuckled softly and pat his shoulder in a calming way.
            “Don’t worry. We’ll be reading about Marik and Malik soon enough. And just so you know, all the pairings WILL be Yami/Hikari, Kaiba/Jounouchi, Honda/Otogi, or Noa/Mokuba… Sorry if this story seems short, but it’s hard writing about a four page story and make it into twenty some odd pages. Also, due to this story's deletion, suggestions got deleted as well. I am currently working on making a section in the forum. Please be patient. Lastly, if you do leave a review, please leave an email so I can properly thank you!” She smiled, closed the book, and left the room with her Beta. She didn’t see the book glow as more pages began to fill with tales. One Fairy Tale wasn’t limited to just one couple. That, at least, is what she was about to find out.
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